This is a song about "Mystery girl"

It was a mystery beat, then i heard it playin', "c.r.e.a.m.",

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

It's a mystery how you came to be

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

So ya can guess what happened next, that was no mystery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Mystery man breakout, no way to bailout.

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

He's part mystery and the other half's a lyrical juggernaut

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Like shits never been so clear my future is no longer a mystery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree